The Billionaire's Claim: Obsession

He always reacted as though I was a sex goddess with my mouth, even when I went down on him that first time and did a pretty bad job of it.

“What matters is you—not what you’re doing. Because it’s you that it’s so damn hot.”

And this time’s no different. His abs and thigh muscles jerk visibly, his lips parting. I run my thumb up until I bump into the underside of his cock head, swiping across the tip. He exhales roughly, the tendons in his forearms flexing. Clear liquid beads over the slit at the end of his dick, and I lick it, tasting slick salt, smelling musk and heat.

I pull my hair to one side, so he can watch his cock slide into my mouth. He always loved the visual, and I want him to derive as much pleasure out of it as possible. Nothing turns me on more than knowing I’m driving him crazy with my touch.

I move along his shaft, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue, making him groan, his hands fisting the sheet underneath us. His pelvis pumps to the rhythm I set, as though he can’t bear to be still. I revel in the bliss unfurling in his dark gaze and react as though his pleasure is my own—my nipples tight, my inner thighs wet and my clit throbbing.

His breathing is erratic and fast, his eyes wide and unfocused. His neck and cheeks flush, and I know he’s so, so close. I draw him in as deeply as possible until he almost bumps into the back of my throat. His groan grows louder.

“Elizabeth… Fuck!”

He pulls out desperately, levering his torso up, and grabs my shoulders.

My eyes on him, I lick my lips…and hold my breath.

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Dominic

The surprise in Elizabeth’s gaze turns to anticipation as I drag her up. My whole body’s on fire, and I’m so fucking close to coming, my dick throbbing painfully. The way she was sucking it like a lollipop… My cock twitches again, insisting it goes back into her luscious, wet mouth.

“Dominic?” Her voice is soft.

I coil her thick hair around my fist. “God, I want you.”

Holding on to what remains of my control, I kiss her, feel the soft lips yield, parting and letting me in. She tastes like me—tastes like her. She had an ugly nightmare. Tear tracks are still visible on her beautiful face, dark half-circles under her eyes. The sight tugs at my heart. I don’t want to come alone in her mouth. I want her to forget the bad dream, replace the terror with pleasure.

We kiss endlessly, tongues stroking, teeth nipping, lips teasing—the heated air between us. Her heart hammers; I can feel it against my chest. She tightens her hands on my shoulders, then slides one down until it wraps around my dick.

Air hisses out, and I grip her wrists and put them above her head, her back on the tangled sheet.

“I like this—having you at my mercy,” I rasp against the soft valley between her breasts, my eyes on hers to make sure she’s okay with this.

Licking her lips, she squirms. “Let me touch you.”

“Nope. You’re too distracting. And too damn sexy.”

“Me?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I pull a taut nipple into my mouth, licking, sucking, nipping, loving the velvety texture and the way her back arches, her thighs parting, her soft moans and panting an aphrodisiac to my already heated body.

I let go of the nipple and draw the other one into my mouth. My free hand skims along the gorgeous arch of her back, then cups the sweet roundness of her ass and squeezes it the way she loves.

She strains, writhing. I can feel her wet heat against me, and I let out a gratified grunt. My thumb runs down, from her swollen clit to her opening. Unable to resist, I slip the thumb inside, teasing the slick sensitive tissue there.

“Oh my God.” She throws her head back, flexing her inner muscles. “Dominic, please.”

Her eyes are squeezed shut, her face flushed and twisted as though she’s an agony.

For a fraction of a second, I wonder if she’s going to ask me to make it hurt—but thankfully she doesn’t. She merely spreads her legs wider and begs.

“Inside me. I want you slamming into me, fucking me hard until you drive everything out of my mind except you.”

Her words shatter my control. I throw her legs over my shoulders, spreading her as widely as possible. I push into her hot, wet pussy, feel it clasp my swollen length inch by inch. Then I rock, I thrust, watch the mounting ecstasy rushing over her delicate features, her tits bouncing with every drive.